Nick Sans 소설 & 이야기

All because of Nick. He is therapy.

, he asks scratching his neck awkwardly to which I smile and nod my head. “of course”, Jackson mumble irritated as he press his lips together making me roll my eyes. Nick is a tall Australian guy with brown hair and eyes, it would be unfair if I tell he isn’t hot, he is but not as much as Ivan. In fact after seeing Ivan no one matches his looks. He is a sexy Greek god I won’t get tired watching him and his eyes oh my god! “say cheese”, nick coos bringing his phone out for a selfie. I smile blush on cheeks not so clear in the camera.

" Only those who are close to me call me Nik. You and I are not close, Gio so call me Nikolai or don't at all. As for what I want, I want nothing. My wife will decide what she wants to do about this whole situation. " All the men looked at me expectantly. I stepped in front of Nik. Despite wearing heels, I was still shorter than him. I crossed my arms against my chest and glared at the jerk. " You're cocky and it's disgusting. Your perfume could pass for bug spray due to how terrible it smells. You harass women because you think you have a right to and it's not right. Never come close to me again because you disgust me. " I said. I clenched my hand into a fist and punched him in the nose lik

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

she suggested, and I choked on the rice I was eating. I whispered in a hushed tone, "Nina, please keep your voice down. It's meant to be undisclosed." "And besides," I added, "he doesn't know anything about me, at least not yet." But Nina raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Nicole, are you kidding me or just naive? Nicks, that guy is the only son of one of the most influential families in America. Do you really think he can't find out information about someone he's interested in?" she pointed out, leaving me to sigh in resignation.

On top of that, Nick’s leer was extremely wretched. Nick waved his hand to stop his subordinates. He then squatted down and rummaged through the things at the stall with a despicable gaze. Grinning cruelly, he said, “CEO Mandy, these things look pretty good. How much are these socks? I’d like to buy a pair.” Nick held on to a pair of women’s stockings, his face bearing a repulsive expression. Right then, his subordinates let out a profound sneer.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

Nick added, throwing his hands in the air. "Sleep with Declan and let Collin share the bed with Kris," I said to them. "Okay, that's good. So I'm gonna go downstairs and look what Evie and Lee are doing. I let you guys know when Dad gets here," Nick said getting out of the room and closing the door behind him. "Do you like Kris?" I asked Nathan "He's a cool guy, probably the only guy in the team I'm closer to so yeah," He replied, looking at me.